I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1375 | 2016-11-30 03:32:34 | 55.48 | 95% |
| 1141 | 2015-09-23 16:15:25 | 53.78 | 94% |
| 831 | 2015-02-12 09:36:39 | 53.26 | 95% |
| 78 | 2013-12-20 12:46:25 | 44.50 | 93% |